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So Thus it Was
 


Mourn not, nor grieve...
the blessed lamb,
slain there upon the cross;
tortured, beaten and abused,
He counted not the loss.

His sacrifice
was calculated price
for you and I...
so thus it was,
God's only Son
should suffer there
and die.

Yet rejoice,
for He is risen;
death now lost its sting.
Lift up your heart,
raise up your voice
to praise the risen King.


Happy Easter
to my brothers and sisters
everywhere







By cherryk

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